Fifth grade already. Now would be the time I'm supposed to say, "Can you believe it?" but I guess I'm just not there. It doesn't seem hard to believe Rowan's in fifth grade; some days it seems she should be at least 16. Other times, however, like when she wanted me to dry her off after her shower last night or when she crawled into bed with me at 10:00, she seems much younger. Anyway, she is 10 and in the fifth grade, and this year I remembered to get first day of school pictures of her.
After I took the above photo, she insisted on on with her glasses, too.
What I want to know is what happened to the days when she wanted to wear her prettiest dress on the first day of school. She picked out her own outfit last night; at least they're her new clothes!
